Rising Winds Over the Sea – The Yin Demon Slash and the Six Extreme True Demons

Chapter 582: Rising Winds Over the Sea – The Yin Demon Slash and the Six Extreme True Demons

In stark contrast to the great commotion of the gray-white cloud mass, Han Li's side was utterly silent. A faint layer of black Qi suddenly shrouded his raised right arm.

This black Qi pulsed and stretched, gradually growing denser. When it had turned as dark as ink, a grave expression appeared on Han Li's face.

His entire right forearm began to swell rapidly, soon becoming two or three times thicker than its original size. A layer of piercing blood light surfaced on its skin, appearing incredibly sinister beneath the shroud of black Qi.

At that moment, Han Li lifted his head to glance at his opponent.

The gray-white cloud mass, amidst a tremendous roaring sound, was still expanding explosively, having already reached twenty or thirty zhang in size. A fierce light flashed in Han Li's eyes as he softly uttered a single word from his mouth.

A black-red light blade shot out from his palm. The moment it left his hand, it expanded to several zhang in width. Then, with a crackling sound, the light blade streaked across the sky, trailing a long tail of light, and arrived before the cloud mass in an instant.

Wen Tianren seemed to sense the danger. The ancient bronze shield that had been entangled with the giant swords above his head flickered with light and moved to block the path of the blade.

The light blade did not pause in the slightest. It passed through the shield as if it were made of mud, slicing it cleanly in two without a sound. The two halves fell to the ground.

From within the cloud mass behind the shield, a muffled grunt could be heard. Then, a black fissure appeared in the middle of the cloud. Moments later, the cloud mass, like a torn painting, split into two halves.

As for that enormous light blade, after cutting through the cloud mass and flying another ten-odd zhang, it transformed into specks of starlight and dissipated completely.

Just then, from one half of the cloud mass came Wen Tianren's enraged and astonished roar.

"You dare to sever my limb! I'll make you pay with your life!"

Following this roar, the other half's mist suddenly vanished, revealing a withered half-arm floating in mid-air. Judging by the sleeve attached to it, it was unmistakably Wen Tianren's left arm.

The Calamity Transformation Art!

Witnessing this scene, Han Li's pupils constricted, and this legendary demonic secret art immediately surfaced in his mind.

This technique involved cultivating a part of one's limb in advance into a substitute puppet. When an unstoppable attack suddenly struck, the user could use their divine sense to instantly command the limb to bear the calamity in their place. It was especially effective against curse-type evil arts.

However, this top-tier demonic secret art was said to be only cultivable by Nascent Soul stage cultivators. The fact that his opponent could also perform this technique was a huge surprise to him.

As for the terrifying attack he had just unleashed, it was one of the secret arts Han Li had chosen to cultivate from the Profound Yin Scripture: the Yin Demon Slash.

This technique shared the same principle as the Blood Spirit Drill.

It also involved cultivating a portion of one's vital essence within the body into a special existence of immense power, releasing it all at once in a single, unstoppable strike during a magical duel.

The power of this Yin Demon Slash depended on the cultivator's cultivation base, the amount of refined vital essence, and the length of time spent tempering it. Legends said that if one could condense it to the deepest realm, it could even tear through space and shatter the void.

Of course, who would actually waste such immense effort on a single-use attack like this? Even Han Li had only condensed a small sliver.

After his two previous attacks had proven ineffective, he had guessed that the opponent's cloud mass probably possessed a miraculous effect of shifting space. So, with a hardened heart, he had unleashed his barely tempered Yin Demon Slash.

Although this slash couldn't yet break realms or cut through space, it was more than enough to break through the opponent's spatial shift effect.

As expected, the single strike had been effective.

Even though his opponent had used the Calamity Transformation Art to escape doom, the damage to his vitality must have been considerable. And the feeling of having his arm severed probably wasn't pleasant either.

Just as Han Li was coldly musing to himself, there was a swishing sound. A patch of golden light flew out from the cloud mass, rolled up the floating severed arm, and retracted it.

Han Li was momentarily startled, a strange expression appearing on his face. As he wondered about his opponent's intention, a shrill, strange roar erupted from the cloud mass. The gray-white mist swept away in an instant, revealing Wen Tianren's figure.

A cold light flashed in Han Li's eyes as he stared over.

Wen Tianren was clutching his severed arm, staring at him with venomous hatred. Behind him, faintly visible, were six towering phantom figures. Some had horns on their heads, others were covered in scales. Each was ferocious and terrifying, with fangs bared, and gray-white demonic Qi coiled around their bodies. They looked like heavenly demons descending to the world.

"Six Extreme True Demons?" Han Li murmured, his expression dark.

"Hmph! You'll soon learn the power of the Six Extreme Saintly Venerables. Although these are only phantom projections of the Six Saints, they are more than enough to deal with a Core Formation cultivator like you." Wen Tianren snorted coldly. He glanced sideways at his severed arm, his refined face filled with murderous intent.

Since this successor to the Six Paths had achieved his great cultivation, he had never suffered such a major loss. The immense power of Han Li's magical treasures shocked him and further solidified his resolve to kill him at all costs.

He suddenly pressed the severed arm back against the stump. One of the phantoms behind him, a slim figure with two horns on its head, opened its mouth and spat out a thin stream of red mist, which quickly enveloped the entire severed arm. Moments later, the mist dispersed on its own. The withered arm had become plump again, and it even flexed its fingers and waved gently twice, as if it had completely recovered.

Seeing this, Han Li's face showed a look of shock.

Wen Tianren took in Han Li's expression, a flicker of mockery flashing across his face. Then, he suddenly waved both hands. The six phantom figures behind him instantly grew larger, their forms trembling as if they were about to act.

Without hesitation, Han Li raised a single hand and lightly pointed at his opponent.

The two azure giant swords hanging in the air flashed with light and then came slashing down with immense force, as if intending to cleave his opponent into four pieces.

Wen Tianren only watched Han Li coldly, not even looking up. However, the tallest and most ferocious-looking phantom behind him shot into the air. Its two giant arms flashed out like lightning, snatching one giant sword in each hand.

Han Li's expression darkened. He formed a hand seal with both hands. The giant swords in the phantom's hands immediately glowed with azure light, struggling and jumping violently.

But the tall phantom's eyes flashed red. Its two large hands suddenly clamped together. Then, gray demonic fire spewed from its mouth in a torrent, engulfing the two flying swords. It began to refine them with its flames.

"Hehe! Do you think you can still take back a magic treasure that has been caught by a Forceful True Demon?" Seeing this scene, Wen Tianren threw his head back and laughed wildly. Then, without further hesitation, he pointed at Han Li. The remaining five phantom figures flickered and vanished from sight. The next moment, they reappeared outside of Han Li's protective barrier.

Wen Tianren then adopted an expression of certain victory, preparing to command his phantoms to destroy Han Li.

He had absolute confidence in the power of these Six Extreme True Demon phantom avatars. He believed that if all six phantoms attacked together, even an early Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to do anything to him.

Otherwise, how could this Six Extreme True Demon Art, which could manifest these phantoms, be considered the number one demonic art of the Chaotic Star Sea?

Just then, Han Li's expression suddenly turned cold. He raised both hands, and two thick, bowl-wide golden arcs of lightning shot out, striking the two nearest phantoms.

A scene that Wen Tianren could hardly believe unfolded before his eyes.

With a thunderous rumble, the two phantoms’ forms flickered. Their faces instantly contorted in agony, and then, with a flash of gray light, they dissipated into nothingness.

"Ah!" Wen Tianren cried out in shock. He thought he had seen wrong, unable to believe his eyes.

Han Li had already fired off two more strands of the Bixie Divine Lightning. Two more thick golden arcs shot out in the blink of an eye, striking the other two phantoms. With another crashing boom, they were extinguished just as quickly.

This time, Wen Tianren truly reacted!

Utterly dismayed, he hurriedly bellowed. A ball of silver light shot out from his sleeve, and he hastily urged the last phantom to fly back.

These Six Extreme True Demon phantoms, although formed from the ambient spiritual Qi of the area, also contained a portion of his own spiritual power. Every time one of them was destroyed, his cultivation base was forcibly reduced by a chunk. Although he could cultivate it back later, it put him at a tremendous disadvantage in the current fight.

But before that silver light could even reach Han Li, another thunderclap sounded above his head.

Wen Tianren's face changed dramatically. He immediately looked up.

The last phantom had also turned into a wisp of smoke. Several thin golden arcs of lightning were dancing on the surface of the two giant swords, which were now slashing down without any hesitation!

Wen Tianren didn't even think. A flash of red light appeared on his feet. With a whoosh, his figure dissolved into a streak of red light and vanished from the spot. The giant swords struck only empty air.

An instant later, Wen Tianren reappeared dozens of zhang away, staring at Han Li with a livid face. Two clumps of crimson flames had somehow appeared on his feet, faint azure light flickering within them.

But at this moment, Han Li couldn't afford to urge his flying swords to pursue. The silver ball of light Wen Tianren had shot out had transformed into a giant silver bell, plummeting down from the sky to trap him beneath it.

(Hehe, I've been staying up late for a few nights and I'm a bit tired. I won't stay up tonight. Only this chapter. I'm truly sorry, but I have no other choice. Maintaining two chapters a day is still a bit of a strain. I need to take a breather every few days, or my body really can't handle it. I hope you all can understand a little! After all, only with a healthy body can one maintain a stable and consistent update schedule. I wish everyone a good dream!)